18 Red Flags That You Learned To Drink In Boston
Drunchies of choice: Cape Cod chips and a fluffernutter.
You have made the pilgrimage to the New Hampshire State Liquor Store.
You know what beirut is and that it is far superior to beer pong.
You have drunkenly cheered on marathoners.
You can spot a fake ID like a pro.
You genuinely feel sorry for dry towns.
You have no idea what happy hour is.
You plan on when to get drunk, because you know liquor stores will be closed when you need them most.
It took you a while to figure out that not every bar in the country is an Irish pub.
The T has definitely stopped running before you're done drinking.
You have drunkenly tripped over cobble stones.
You have maybe sorta actually been slightly offended by Dick's Last Resort.
You have zero recollection of that scorpion bowl at The Kong.
You have slurred through your practiced speech for why your sports team is the best.
You have drunkenly shoved a cannoli (or eight) into your face.
You were shocked to learn that Sam Adams is not as widespread as Bud, Coors, or even Miller.
St. Patrick's Day is simultaneously the greatest and worst day of your year.
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